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───THREE  DAYS  HAD  PASSED  SINCE  their  first  night  together;  a  night  that  neither  Soren  or  Des  could  remember  much  of,  as  an  overconsumption  of  alcohol  and  bad  decisions  had  flooded  their  systems  and  left  their  memories  muddled  and  hazy.  Some  might  have  considered  the  turn  of  events  to  be  a  total  bust,  but  with  the  way  that  things  had  turned  out,  it  was  hard  for  Soren  to  label  it  as  anything  less  than  an  achievement.  Perhaps  if  things  would  have  gone  as  planned  that  first  night,  the  raven-haired  visitor  would  have  been  gone  before  he’d  gotten  the  chance  to  know  her  name…  or  at  least  before  he’d  been  in  a  state  to  remember  it.  All  in  all,  the  sailor  couldn’t  complain.

                        In  the  days  prior,  Soren  had  taken  time  away  from  his  busy  schedule  of  doing  absolutely  fuck-all  to  show  Desdemona  around  the  sleepy  seaside  town,  although  he’d  prefaced  the  tour  with  a  warning,  just  in  case  she  was  expecting  something  spectacular.  For  obvious  reasons,  the  captain  had  a  deep-rooted  love  for  the  place.  It  was  home  to  many  cherished  memories  and  encased  in  years  of  nostalgia,  but  he  had  a  hard  time  believing  that  it  would  be  able  to  hold  the  interest  of  a  city  girl  like  Des  for  too  long.  It  wasn’t  as  though  they  didn’t  have…  other  things  to  preoccupy  their  time  with  though…

                        It  was  early  in  the  morning  when  Soren  had  prepared  Dreadnaught  for  a  daytrip,  rising  before  dawn  cracked  through  the  velvet,  star-splattered  sky  to  get  everything  in  order  for  when  Des  would  meet  him  by  the  pier.  He’d  promised  her  that  the  predicted  sunrise  would  be  worth  the  aggravation  that  would  come  with  pulling  herself  out  of  bed  at  such  a  dreadfully  early  hour,  especially  with  the  addition  of  an  open-ocean  view  from  the  deck  of  the  boat.  It  would  have  been  almost  criminal  to  deprive  her  of  such  an  experience.

                        Soren  was  glad  to  see  that  Desdemona  had  obliged  his  request,  because  it  wasn’t  long  after  he’d  finished  getting  the  preparations  in  order  that  she’d  come  strolling  down  the  pier  outside  of  his  lighthouse,  her  silhouette  kissed  by  the  last  rays  of  the  dying  moonlight.  To  his  surprise,  she  was  even  wearing  the  dress  that  he’d  begged  suggested  he  let  her  buy  for  her  the  day  before.  The  sight  of  her  slender  form  strolling  down  the  pier  towards  him,  dressed  in  the  white  fabric  of  the  flowing  dress  caused  a  wide  smile  to  pull  at  his  features,  the  cant  of  his  head  accompanying  the  gesture.  ❝ I  really  didn’t  think  that  it  was  ever  going  to  see  anything  but  the  bottom  of  your  suitcase, ❞ he  laughed,  leaning  up  against  the  metal  railing  that  encircled  the  upper  deck  of  the  boat  as  she  approached. ❝ You  look  beautiful, ❞  he  noted  sincerely,  although  the  playful  comment  that  followed  held  a  note  of  cheekiness. ❝ Told  you. ❞

            With  an  unwavering  smile,  the  sailor  stepped  forward,  offering  the  young  woman  the  assistance  of  both  of  his  hands  to  pull  her  aboard.

nights like this always ended the same [ ... ] the ones where a few drinks became a few more ; where the line of just a few all too quickly became blurred and a bed became their final resting place. BUT NOT BEFORE THE DESPERATE SHEDDING OF THEIR CLOTHES. ( clawing away with them and discarding the afterthoughts towards the floor ) where once in the presence of a mattress acting as a safety net , time would suddenly slow down —— as if when in reality the sun wasn't far behind and threatening them with a scolding tone the consequences of their actions. the lesson had yet to be learned and whatever force was allowing it to happen questioned if it ever will.

@icebrgvdka: sender makes receiver look them in the eyes.

it was easy to lose focus when the leverage was in her hands ; his back pressed into the headboard while lap was her throne and his fingers nothing but pretty decoration for her waist. allowing eyes to flutter shut where long eyelashes would gently kiss the tops of his cheeks , WHEN THEY COULD HAVE JUST AS EASILY ROLLED INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. a moment to instead place all attention on the feeling her body offered him —— fully appreciating the warmth enveloping him that would send a wave of heat at the base of his spine and dance along each vertebra. the way walls would flutter around him each time he bottomed out [ ... ] as if welcoming him after being away for too long. it so easily elicited soft sighs from between parted lips. COULD SHE BLAME HIM FOR LOOKING AWAY ? for allowing forehead to find a temporary home between breasts as her hips rise and fall against his own.

but it wouldn't last long before she pulled back and a hand reached out to grasp beneath his chin —— digits holding cheeks forcing his gaze to find hers from above. AND HE ALMOST MOANED AT THE SIGHT ALONE. inked fingers slid down towards grinding hips to properly grip them [ ... ] digging into the soft flesh when he gives a quiet whine as his own hips rolled upward. ❛❛ te ves tan hermosa , cariño— ❜❜ he'll lift her off of him for a short but woeful moment , just to slam her back down. he couldn't possibly contain the moan rattling the chords of his throat at the sudden but welcomed depth. ❛❛ —an' you feel so fuckin' good. ❜❜

@icebrgvdka sent: you have nothing to prove to anybody.

the   blonde   scratches   at   the   back   of   her   neck,   as   though   as   she   feels   she   truly   does   need   to   prove   herself   to   everyone.   couldn't   des   get   that?   tears   corner   at   the   edges   of   her   orbs.   

@𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖌𝖛𝖉𝖐𝖆 liked for a starter

ＴＨＥ ＦＲＩＥＮＤＳＨＩＰ ＳＨＥ ＳＨＡＲＥＤ ＷＩＴＨ ＤＥＳ ＷＡＳ ＵＮＬＩＫＥ ＡＮＹ ＯＴＨＥＲ ＳＨＥ＇Ｄ ＥＸＰＥＲＥＮＣＥＤ ＩＮ ＨＥＲ ＬＩＦＥ． the level of comfort she felt around her was something she only ever got close to feeling when she was alone, so it only made sense that whenever she had something exciting to talk about, her best friend was the first person she went to. these chats of theirs, however mundane and meaningless they may have seemed to anyone around them, were one of the few things that she couldn't ever, ever, make it a single day without.

her lips turned up into a sweet smile as her head fell back against the pillows, sighing dreamily as her eyes slid shut. ❝ you know i usually don't like getting manhandled but when it's done right, it just hits the spot, y'know ? ❞ she vividly remembered her last hook up, a boxer who had been celebrating his most recent win at a bar they tended to frequent the most. ❝ like . . . i knew he threw grown men around for a living, but i did not expect him to hold me up in the air the whole time we were doing it. great core strength on that one. i might have to go back for seconds. ❞

" Hey, Desdemona ? " Kurt greets his newest passenger with a smile, watching her through his rear view mirror as he waited for her to get situated. Rule one of a successful Spree driver: Always be welcoming, inviting, and take care of your passengers exactly like you would your friends. That was the point of his Spree rides, he liked to think. They weren't just ride-shares or a paycheck, they were a means of getting himself known, networking, connecting with the people around him. He was brand building here, building up a community! Kurt took pride in his five star rating, something he thought he rightfully earned, always on time, always with a charger and with a complimentary water ( totally safe to drink ). Though... rule one should be checking to make sure you were actually picking up the correct rider. Rule two should be making them feel welcomed after the fact.

" That's a pretty cool name, it's like... whoa, Desdemona, " It was a genuine compliment, despite the rather awkward delivery. Definitely a recognizable name, which is something you totally needed if you were trying to make a name for yourself ( get it ? ). Definitely something he'll have to bring up later on in one of his videos. " I'm Kurt, your Spree driver. Are you ready to go ? "

@icebrgvdka has ordered a Spree !

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hyper  fixations  were  a  CONSTANT  in  connor's  world,  finding  hobby  after  hobby,  interest  after  interest,  and  diving  so  deep  into  it  that  he'd  become  an  expert  in  just  a  couple  weeks.  his  most  recent  had  been  all  things  about  the  northwest  passage,  having  been  put  onto  the  side  of  tiktok  that  told  him  very  clearly  it  was  time  for  bed.  he  didn't  know  how  LONG  he'd  been  talking  for,  his  lips  moving  almost  a  mile  a  minute  as  his  hands  flailed  in  explanation.  every  so  often,  he'd  bring  up  a  corresponding  video  to  drive  his  point  home.

des  must  have  had  enough  (  to  which  no  one  would  blame  her  ),  as  connor  suddenly  felt  a  finger  against  his  lips.  however,  the  calculations  must  have  been  OFF  —  or  perhaps  rather  intentional  knowing  her  —  as  that  finger  slid  past  the  parting  of  his  lips  and  far  into  his  mouth,  almost  hitting  the  back  of  his  throat. 

it  was  as  effective  as  anyone  could  have  guessed,  causing  connor  to  make  a  choking  sound  as  he  wrenched  his  head  back,  looking  at  the  woman  beside  him  with  a  rather  INCREDULOUS  look.  with  a  moment  of  silence  passing  between  them,  he  finally  spoke  after  a  couple  small  nods  of  understanding,  ❝  ...  i  was  doing  that thing  i  do,  huh?  ❞

@icebrgvdka | send 👅 to put fingers in my muses mouth | accepting .

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𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒, and today was no different. she waited until the dude left before she turned and quickly began making her way to desdemona's area, grinning the moment she laid eyes on her. ❝ girl, i have to tell you about my last client. ❞ she said immediately, moving further into the room so she could plop down into one of the chairs. ❝ so, he comes in and asks if we can scrap his planned piece for a memorial piece, i say yes cause i'm not that big of a bitch y'know and i didn't think it'd be that bad. so he says he wants one date under this, get this, porky the pig in a cop costume piece. for his dad. who was a cop. ❞ she laughed, shaking her head. ❝ the best part ? dude said his dad's still alive, thats why he only has his birthday there right now. he's on his way to show him right now. ❞

@icebrgvdka asked: ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

❝𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?❞ imogen asked des, but the responding glare she received in return was answer enough. imogen had gone to des' tattoo station in between clients under the guise of chatting with her best friend and buying her lunch, and, yes, maybe it was to butter her up a little. she had plans for her weekend off, and she hoped she could get des to dog-sit for her. ❝but you love me so much, right?❞ imogen's eyes fluttered dramatically, and her lips formed a playful pout. ❝you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?❞

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ﹙ DESDEMONA ﹚ was that your first kiss? | | | | | | @icebrgvdka.

it should be an ego boost to be this close to someone like her —— someone who in his mind was ridiculously out of his league , and maybe it was a bit of an ego boost. at least for a solid minute or two until lips parted ways. ( it wasn't just a peck ) instead something much messier and more along the lines of sucking face [ ... ] a one way ticket to a full blown make out session if it'd gone on any longer. he could feel the remnants of her lipstick that had undoubtedly transferred without even dragging his fingertips along his lower lip ; color probably smeared across his piercing , too. and that moment of excitement would quickly be quelled as her question hung in the air. it was playful , he could tell —— but that wouldn't stop his countenance from twisting into something that'd been offended.

❛❛ what? no? ❜❜ answer snapped back and his tone surely matched the insult he'd been handed [ ... ] oh , it's hard out here for already insecure men. now above many things , she has him questioning his ability and skill of locking lips. brows remained furrowed ; and he might be even more upset if he didn't still have a taste of her on his tongue —— but that wasn't saying much. he's almost always upset by something. ❛❛ what the fuck is that supposed t'mean? ❜❜

@icebrgvdka said: Aw, there’s a hole in my jeans.

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               "So that's not a stylistic choice?" Question was asked with tucking hair behind ears, wolf taking chance to look at her own dark red jeans, though the holes on hers were deliberate, though made even wider over the many years of wear and tear. "Don't know if its your thing or not, but I think it makes 'em look better."

it was one small attempt to wake her after another [ ... ] the first had been from mother nature herself ; with morning light ( and then early afternoon light , and then late afternoon light ) bleeding in through the cracks of blinds and openly spilling into the bedroom. leaking across carpet and stretching its claws over the body still unconscious atop his mattress. HIS HAD BEEN ONE MADE WITH HOPEFUL THINKING , the idea of a hungover mind reacting to the scent of freshly made coffee. whether it would arouse a sense of refreshment or induce stomach turning nausea. . . . . it was a risk he was willing to take. BUT IT STILL HADN'T CAUSED A STIR —— and he was beginning to consider the possibility that she was dead.

digits had been clutching the handle of a scorching mug while he balanced on one foot —— using the other to carefully prod at her legs hidden beneath a comforter. ❛❛ time to get your ass up , bella durmiente. ❜❜ AND IT FUCKING WORKED , DIDN'T IT ?

@icebrgvdka: never let me drink again.

❛❛ pretty sure you said that last time— ❜❜ another poke was offered despite finally being proven unnecessary. ❛❛ AND THE TIME BEFORE THAT. ❜❜ he'd finally let up before she gained enough strength to swat at him. ❛❛ i swear t'god if you puke in my bed [ ... ] you ain't even gonna get the chance to drink again. ❜❜

( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @icebrgvdka. how long has it been since you've slept ? ･ﾟ✧* )

alas , a body deprived of proper nutrients even at birth will never quite pass for healthy by any means of the word. NO ONE COULD JUSTIFY USING IT AS A DESCRIPTOR FOR HIM , ANYWAY. physically , mentally [ ... ] it's simply safer to assume he isn't doing well. with eyes so sunken and decorated with the darkest of circles known to man as icing on the fucked up cake —— one could be forgiven for mistaking him as an extra on break for some splatter zombie flick. . . MINUS THE STOMACH WRENCHING INTESTINAL GORE. always appearing to be on the verge of blacking out , ( and sometimes , he was. )

features warped into something resembling both confusion and offense as he stared at her [ ... ] silently , for a few slow passing moments too long. ❛❛ last night. . . why ? ❜❜ UNFORTUNATELY , HE JUST LOOKED LIKE THAT. shoulder brushed against her own as feet bypassed her in a sluggish manner towards the kitchen —— though he didn't disclose how many hours he managed to get. ❛❛ i just haven't had any coffee yet. ❜❜

@𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖌𝖛𝖉𝖐𝖆 liked for a starter

𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂. separately, the two girls were more than capable of causing chaos, but together it wasn't a will they wont they situation, it was a guaranteed thing. her entire life, oliver had a bad habit of allowing the people around her to influence her actions. not enough to form her into a different person, but enough to allow parts of herself to come to light that she'd normally try to contain. desdemona was one of the few people she surrounded herself with now who could make her return to her old ways, of being so easily influenced, but that was for one reason, and one reason alone : they were two sides of the same coin.

the night hadn't been all that different from the others they'd spent bar hopping in the past. oliver was so drunk she probably wouldn't be able to even act sober if she needed to, so intoxicated that she couldn't tell anymore if she was slurring her words or stumbling. it just felt normal to her. the thing that she was still very, very aware of, was how badly she needed to pee. ❝ listen, listen, listen. i gotta pee, i gotta pee real bad. ❞ she whined, stumbling towards the nearest bush. realistically, she should've hunted down the nearest store that was open, but it was late, she needed to pee, and the flood gates had already been opened. there was no time to spare if she didn't want to piss herself.

with the covering of the bushes and the added extra cover des' jacket provided, she pulled her skirt upwards rather than down, bunching it up around her waist to make things all the more easy, pulled her panties down, and crouched. she was mid pee when the sound of a car approaching caught her attention, and given that her reaction speed was already impaired, she didn't have time to try to make herself a little more decent before the red and blue lights started to flash around them. cops. fuck, but like . . . they weren't doing anything illegal, were they ? ❝ shit, shit fuck. that's not for us is it ? ❞ a dumb question considering they were the only ones on the street.

(  *  ♡. @icebrgvdka. you're really , really cute. ･ﾟ✧* )

there's more than enough evidence to back up the fact that girls complimenting girls , for a lack of a better term , just hits different. ( in fact , she thinks there's been studies to prove it ! ) or at least a lifetime of experience of men fucking up the simple act of a flattering remark. IT FEELS MORE GENUINE. and without the alcohol currently coursing through her veins [ ... ] her cheeks might have even heated up by a few degrees and left her more flushed.

but a smirk was quick to make its appearance —— not quite as innocent as the bashful smile that so desperately wanted to claw out from the grave. ( oh , she still couldn't take it as it was and had to be at least a little bit of a smart ass about it. ) ❛❛ ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME BLUSH ? ❜❜ a soft giggle vibrated cords before eyes playfully rolled and she gave a scoff. ❛❛ coming from you ? i don't wanna fuckin' hear it. ❜❜

@icebrgvdka gets a starter bc i said so.

  ❝  babe  —  ❞  the  vocalist  began,  tone  TENTITIVE  as  brows  moved  into  a  sense  of  concern,  furrowed  together.  tattooed  fingers  reached  out,  grabbing  the  rather  full  cup  of  whatever  the  fuck  it  was  she  was  drinking  from  her  grasp  and  bringing  it  to  his  nose.  eyes  widened  as  his  nose  scrunched,  a  sound  of  disbelief  and  mild  disgust  escaping  him  as  he  waved  his  free  hand  over  the  top  of  the  cup,  ❝  what  the  FUCK  are  you  drinking?  ❞  genuine  concern  began  to  seep  into  his  tone  as  he  peered  down  into  the  cup  itself,  as  if  he'd  be  able  to  discern  anything  from  that  information. 

he  took  another  small  whiff  of  her  drink,  only  to  make  a  similar  face  as  before,  eyelids  fluttering,  ❝  jesus  christ.  it  smells  like  gasoline.  ❞  he  added  before  handing  it  back  to  her,  ❝  you  sure  you  don't  want  somethin'  else?  i  get  plenty  of  vodka  and  coolers  in  the  fridge.  ❞  the  house  party  he  held  had  a  larger  turn  out  than  he'd  anticipated,  it  only  seemed  to  ELEVATE  the  experience,  the  music  just  loud  enough  to  be  heard  over  the  constant  hum  of  chatter  throughout  his  apartment.  he  moved  to  drape  his  arm  over  the  back  of  the  couch,  fingers  gently  grazing  over  the  curve  of  her  shoulder  as  his  free  hand  getsured  behind  him  towards  the  kitchen,  ❝  you  know  you  can  help  yourself  to  whatever  you  want.  ❞

" Oh, hey! You got super close to a full board! We're, like, super compatible then, right? "